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With every birth, a hope takes breath And as the babe grows to be child It experiments, drives parents wild Until the child becomes full grown and seeds its mate to mime its own free spirit. Then it gives as it received; nourished, blest, and grows the while, aging like the elder ere before had brought the changeling here... ...now its time has also come to wend the way, to end the stay. But love is not lost upon the death for all who follow have been blessed and time is but a measured chain which metes out love, again, again.
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